This is how it goes down here in Freestyle ….
WNF’s…. you know how we do ….we pick two competitors poets or mcees and do our thing …but this week we got something a lil different Shakeet who comes in as a mc has been put to the ultimate challenge …writing a poem againt a poet Auriz Deep ….who it’s a slouch …nuff said let’s get it on …our topic this week was education ….



Poet 1

Travelling through cephalic highways,
Turnpikes of ears and eyes, mouths and minds
Concrete chalkboards, traversed by many.
Each brain is a semi, storing wisdom later transported to every vehicle travelling the roads of life, beaten by many but still rugged.

Every man is built on the same mental chassis, the same mindframe.
Engines shipped from verbal ports, through a sea of nerves.
And wheels set onto the body by veteran engineers.

After what seems infinite miles, an engine's energy will be used to jump-start a younger car.
Stalled...
On the side of the road.

This vehicle will, too, teach many, by the steerings of his mentor.
He is driven by the pursuit of wisdom.
Forever racing time...
For minutes tick at his transmission.

Poet 2


Rickety chairs and desks are the first things I recall
With a classroom full of dangerous minds
Or at least that’s what the state called us
Black kids with a fire and thirst for knowledge
Whether by blackboards or crack whores
We was fitttin to learn sum’n

And we did…we learned a lot about our country
No, no, not through social studies or American history classes
But by seein teachers not teaching
While children are there reaching
For someone to grab them and say they care

We excelled in English classes
In fact we mastered interrogative words
WHY don’t we have new books?
WHERE is the money for our schools?
WHEN did segregation become legal again?
HOW do metal detectors make me feel safe?
WHO…cares?

The disparity between urban and suburban education
Is as clear as a conflict diamond around the neck of our black celebrities
Who we so want to be like
To escape our reality of government negligence
See, they count on our dependency on their welfare
And lunch and bus tickets, to lull us into complacency
Having curriculums of European culture that have no modern benefit
And now at 18 you realize all of your schooling was a big history lesson
On how they will always be better than us

But you know what they say about your mind
Waste not, want not
Tryin to use our minds to the fullest
Hoping tomorrow will for once, be better than yesterday
But I am reminded constantly of the struggle
So when my sister calls me scared, wanting someone to pick her up
Telling me about how some kid got shot in the head at school
School, being a place to learn and grow, I can’t be surprised
And I realize in my heart that Brown v. Board of Edukkkation
Is just a microcosm of Black v. America

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